(In April, I committed to writing a new collection of short stories and to start submitting the works out into the world. The following was recently named a finalist and published in the Hemingway Shorts 2018.) Intention We have hawks, as much as anyone can… Read More
I’m writing this morning. Because June was intense. Because I drove so many miles, worked so many shoots. Because my hands and wrists ache and my body feels beaten. Because the characters in my head have begun to circle back around and around, nagging at me… Read More
She has no way of telling him she loves him anymore. She is wrung out like the clouds sagging in this morning’s sky. Nothing left but gray space. They had a good run, one might say. Thirty-seven years of kisses in varying degrees of wetness… Read More
The Frozen Moon 